Sayuri was the perfect woman. Beautiful, charming, and a successful interior decorator, to boot. So why did Eric leave her at the altar for her best friend? And why is Sayuri sleeping with Eric's sexy older brother Vincent? The story of a woman scorned...

She could see them out of the corners of her eyes. Dressed in all their wedding finery, Eric swept his hands over his beautiful bride's face, sweeping away a strand of hair that had fallen into her sapphire blue eyes. She felt the bubble of rage inside of her grow, as she watched Laryssa's eyes twinkle with love at her new husband.

Sayuri Genevieve West touched the bubbling flute of champagne to her lips, enjoying the feel of the burning sensation as the liquid swept past her tongue and down her slender throat. She swallowed the contents of the glass in one sweep, ignoring the blatant glares from the other guests. They didn't bother trying to lower their voices.

"I can't believe she's here. Honestly, why did she come?"

"I heard Eric invited her, but you know Eric, he's so nice, he probably did it out of pity."

"Really. I mean, what kind of person would accept the invitation? She's got no dignity whatsoever. She needs to get over it."

Sayuri suppressed a bitter laugh at the group of women who stood not too far away from her. The women who she once considered to be her friends were now only petty, gossiping girls who hadn't hesitated to turn on her when she needed friendship the most. Sayuri, herself, wasn't too sure why she had decided to come. She just knew that she had to see it for herself, and she just had to torture herself.

Eric looked…good. Too good. His tux set off his dark features perfectly. From his neatly groomed short black hair to his chiseled jaw line and dusky gray eyes, he was the very epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. Laryssa looked beautiful, her glowing golden blond hair was swept up into a neat chignon, and her bright, blue eyes were surrounded with shadows of gold and black. They looked absolutely perfect with one another, dancing in one another's arms to their first dance.

Eric used to be hers.

When the creamy, beige envelope had arrived at Sayuri's apartment, the expected but startling news that her ex-fiancee and former best friend were marrying almost killed her.

Sayuri's eyes burned at the reminder of that awful day. The day that she was jilted and betrayed by the two former most important people in her life.

It was Sayuri's wedding day.

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